Wake Up, Get Up

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of the month

To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up

Hey my nigga we havin' a wonderful day and I won't fuck with me. Why?

'Cause it's the 1st of the month and now we smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts

And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin' come come we got the blessed rum

From jumpin' all nights we high

Hit up the block to where? East 99

I get with my nigga to get me some yayo

Double up nigga what you need?

We got weed to get P.O.Ded

Fiend for the green leaves

Give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low

Cause the po-po creep when they roll slow

If you can't get away better toss that yayo

Keep your bankroll

Yeah we havin' a celebration, I love to stay high

And you better believe when it's time to grind

I'm down for mine crime after crime

Fin to creep to the pad cause mom's got grub on the grill

If we got the food, you know it's the 1st of the month

and my nigga we chills foe real

Wake up and I see that my sister is already dressed

She said "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps

Watch and make sure no one snatches my check" nigga that's the mailman

Sort through the mail and put it up in-a me pocket

So I be hittin' the 99 to get me a dub

Foe forty bucks but ain't nobody ride that rita

Hop on the 10 to the click

Ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs

And to cash that dum

I gotta get paid play player holla holla

Saint Claire got much to offer

Whether it be weed on 93

Or off on the glock glock for some dollars, so

Get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh

Most all of my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all up to smoke

Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut, so fuck them po-po

Toss all that yayo, and we're gonna say no

Runnin' through the alley and into the melee

Up on the second the sundown

Those run from January, November, December remember the 1st of the month

It's the 1st of the month

Gotta grind gotta get mine

In the hood that I claim

I slang on that double 9-9

Gotta find them dubs

Gonna get a forty, can a thug get love?

What's up?

Try to stand on my corner

Nigga you'z a gonna Saint Claire niggas don't like that

And sellin' them dummies makin' that money come back nigga get pap pap

From the 1st to the 15th niggas smoke plenty weed

But I gotta save gotta come up

Put my rocks on the cut

When I get high nigga blaze that blunt, huh

Time to roll to the pad

Count up my profits and add it to the stash

Gotta watch my back see for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool

But never no shorts no losses

Dumpin' keepin' this niggas up off me see

Gotta search the whole block

Spend a couple of bills

Thugs smoke a lot of weed on the 1st

Wakin' up feelin' buzzed off up early mornin' stretchin'

I'm yawnin' lightweight bent chugga lugga take a fifth to the dome

Instead I kick it with my trues

But it's the 1st so I'm getting my hustle on

Hop on the phone, calling up Krayzie Bone

Wanna know did you O.G check come? (She put me down)

I'm a hop on the bus with Biz (Yo Brother let's get drunk)

And I'm coming with blunt after blunt

Of this skunk

Nigga T just put me down

Oh God how I love when the 1st come around

Now I'm feelin' black and mild, headed cross town

'Cause niggas the 1st to get celebrated

Rushin' to the block cause I wanna get faded

Lookin' all wild cause I'm getting me hair braided

We heavy off into this game

True to the 1st just call me that pro slang

Them nickels and dimes and 20's and 50's

The 1st be the day for the dopeman

Slangin' that cocaine fool, and I'm working late tonight

And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs

'Cause I got them rocks for them pipes

Come come with them ease

I gotta get paid on the 1st, gotta blaze up my spliff

Get live with the Bone Thugs, Poetic Hustlers in the graveyard shift

On the 1st